Friday, April 1, 2011

NaPoWriMo 1 - Firefly

I could always trust you to grasp me in your palmsjust right, just enough so that you could feel thatfirefly beating it’s wings beneath my chestbut give it enough room to breathe -

I can’t begin to describe what that’s worth to me,me, a creature borne from the hands of men thatcrushed fireflies in their palms just to watchthat glowing strip of gut grow dull. I can’t describehow much it means to fan my wings, to have bulbsin my porchlight eyes, to be held by a graspthat does not leave me choking for my breath -

just cradle me. Cradle me intimately to yourlife lines and I’ll use them to map out constellationsfor days you can’t find home at home, and if the starsguide you into my armstell me that will be okay. Tell me that some daysI don’t have to shine; tell me I can melt right from my eyessome days and that you’ll be the ocean I can run intowhen the waterfalls are just too steep and I’m about toevaporate into the sky in flurries of light -

there are days I’m not at my brightest,and times where all I can do is spell outwhat I mean when my vocal chords aretoo broken (I’m no cricket, I’ve never beenmusical), but

believe me when I saythat when it’s midnight and time’s stoppedin the darkness, there will always be a flicker of me,a small candlelightwaiting to take you home -